I acknowledge that I can paint. I can dip the brush into the paint, be it craft paint in little plastic cups or oil on a palette, but I'm not sure I can *paint*...not yet. I can visualize, and sometimes I can come close to what I see. My favorite painting may well be the one I used for my header, the one admired by the Totalfeckineejit. I painted it on a 6"x8" piece of plywood with craft paint from that chain store ol' Sam Walton foisted upon us. I have since graduated to oil on canvas (farther down the page), but I love the early paintings, both for their style and for the time in my life they reflect. I was recovering from acute depression, going back to school, becoming a teacher, trying to be a good husband, and trying to live, not just survive. Some of the poems you have seen/will see also were born during this era...the Snowflake poem, for example. I am proud of all of it. It was part of my journey to become who I am today...a beautiful part, lived out in one of the more beautiful places on earth: the mountains of western North Carolina. I found health and healing and hope in those mountains. I miss them so very, very much.
The above is a stylized view of Mt. Pisgah, near Asheville.
The above was inspired by a trip to Cade's Cove.
The above was inspired by Lake Junaluska in winter.
Stylized depiction of a farm near Hickory, NC.
Oil on Canvas, Central Kentucky Barn (8"x10")
Oil on Canvas, Piedmont North Carolina Barn (8"x10")